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imitant
Age: He doesn't know, stop hassling him. (25)
Canon: The Vintner's Luck & The Angel's Cut
Appearance: Xas is described as being dark-haired, pale, and blue-eyed, and he travels around on foot during the 1800s and 1900s without being bothered by racists. But he's also a physical copy of someone from the Middle East and at one point passes himself off as being vaguely Native American, so ??? Whatever. I have no idea. I'm using Adam Bakri as a PB. He's 5'11" and broad-shouldered, graceful in repose or working with his hands but less so on his feet—not exactly clumsy, just carelessly unacclimated and coltish. Which is at least an improvement over all his time spent sulking across distances like a resentful grounded bird.
Extraction point: 1941
OVERVIEW
Personality:
Xas doesn't blend in very well. I don't mean that he's loud or showy—though he can be, sort of, in a playful way, when he's having one of his occasional philosophical outbursts or has managed to get himself back into the air. But most of the time he's odd in quieter ways: preternatural patience, apparent immunity to indignity, and attentiveness that doesn't leave room for doubt that he's listening to you when you talk, but all of it with a colder, more removed quality than you'd need if you wanted to attribute it to a bleeding heart and bottomless compassion. He wasn't that sort of angel.
Actually no one, where Xas is from, was that sort of angel. His kind are generally stubborn even after the scale is adjusted to account for their longevity, with a fluid calm born of instinct and certainty, the same way there's something serene about a hawk even while it's diving after prey. Praise and appreciation come naturally to them; lying is possible, but it leaves them feeling lightheaded and wounded. They devour human knowledge, but they rarely come into any new ideas on their own. They have free will in spades, enough of it for Lucifer to have started a war and taken half of Heaven with him, yet they can sense God and His will the same way some people can always find North and instinctively bask in his attention like dogs. They don't take a personal interest in individual humans or interfere on Earth unless told to.
Xas isn't exactly like his brothers, obviously, but what drove him out of Heaven and into his own book series wasn't an excess of affection for humans. It was curiosity. When Lucifer brought his great heresy to Heaven, the ensuing war (which is a very civilized name for what was essentially a protracted riot) kept him from being able to finish explaining himself, and Xas—never formally exiled along with the others—followed him to Hell to hear what he had to say. He was interested in people on a grand, theoretical level for a thousand years before he was ever interested in a person, and after that one died it was nearly another thousand years before he accidentally made friends with a second. And his friendships with people, more common after he was grounded and now obviously more common in Zion, usually have more to do with how interesting he thinks they are than how admirable. His first boyfriend charmed him by failing to have any sort of religious awakening at the sight of an angel and instead asking Xas for advice about a girl; his second was an outright terrible person, but he was a genius who cared almost as much about flying as Xas did.
For his part, Xas can be incredibly kind in the day to day. He likes people—including the assholes, see above—and likes to be busy and useful, and those two likes combine into a tendency to adopt people and tend to their needs in exchange for their company. He isn't at all blind to people's faults, but his fundamental instinct is to focus on the good, even when he's trying to tell someone off. He can learn to be enthusiastic about nearly anything. Xas is a voracious reader, loves jazz, appreciates wine and gardening, and will do almost anything for a chance to fly in whatever way available. (Piloting the clunky, windless hovercrafts doesn't really count, but he's talked a few people into letting him ride on the outsides while they were being moved.) From close up he looks wholly unambitious, and he'll tell anyone who asks that he doesn't make plans, but he's also a creature that spent two thousand years singlehandedly forcing a garden to grow in Hell. He values knowledge and honesty and has an anarchist streak. He doesn't care about formality or appearances, but he'll play along for other people's sakes, albeit maybe with a lift to his eyebrows to indicate how ridiculous he finds it. His sense of humor is arch and cheerful and allows for the occasional stupid pun.
His temper usually runs cold rather than hot, and when he deigns to argue with people he's imperious about it, like he's putting them back into their places. More often he doesn't argue at all, as opposed to asking questions to try to understand or providing information to try to gently bring them around. But learned behavior that might have look like charity—such as his ability to humor jerks for ages with no comeuppance to make it worth it, or to take a hit without lifting a hand in response—were in his Matrix more often pity or aloofness, the knowledge that he could outlast anyone and anything. Among his own kind, he wasn't so forgiving or so unafraid. Compare and contrast the human who tried to murder Xas, whom he forgave and even resumed fucking within two years, with the angel who saved his life but cut off his wings, whom he avoided in a terrified, furious sulk for sixty years and counting. He also bit him, once. The difference was even footing and matched lifespans, and the fact that Lucifer could permanently hurt Xas the way a human never could. In Zion, Xas knows that everyone can hurt him, but it hasn't fully altered his instinct to just let them. Typically he'll placidly endure offenses for a lot longer than most people would, then belatedly remember to be irritated.
Being unplugged involved a lot of intellectual upheaval, generally, but it's yet to permeate his personality. He's slow to change, the way he was made to be. So he understands on one level that he doesn't have all the time in the universe, but he doesn't really feel that way, and he'll still find himself listening to someone talk about nothing important for hours without any tickles of boredom and be taken off guard by his eventual need to stop them do he can go eat or sleep or use the bathroom. Time is hard. Bodies are weird. The first time he hurt himself in the Real—only a scraped knee, a casualty of weighing twice what he was used to—he was disproportionately shaken, and he still seems a bit surprised every time he bruises or bleeds.
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BASIC PROFILE
Name: Xas
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imitantAge: He doesn't know, stop hassling him. (25)
Canon: The Vintner's Luck & The Angel's Cut
Appearance: Xas is described as being dark-haired, pale, and blue-eyed, and he travels around on foot during the 1800s and 1900s without being bothered by racists. But he's also a physical copy of someone from the Middle East and at one point passes himself off as being vaguely Native American, so ??? Whatever. I have no idea. I'm using Adam Bakri as a PB. He's 5'11" and broad-shouldered, graceful in repose or working with his hands but less so on his feet—not exactly clumsy, just carelessly unacclimated and coltish. Which is at least an improvement over all his time spent sulking across distances like a resentful grounded bird.
Extraction point: 1941
OVERVIEW
Personality:
Flora was tapping her feet to a tune when she heard the latch rattle. She called out "Hello?" then dried her hands and put her head around the door.
Xas was standing in front of the radio, listening to the trumpet solo. He said, "That’s Cootie Williams."
"I should have known it was you. You know, most people sing out when they arrive. They say, 'Hello, it’s me.'"
‘Hello,’ said Xas, ‘it’s me.’ He peered at her, searchingly.Xas doesn't blend in very well. I don't mean that he's loud or showy—though he can be, sort of, in a playful way, when he's having one of his occasional philosophical outbursts or has managed to get himself back into the air. But most of the time he's odd in quieter ways: preternatural patience, apparent immunity to indignity, and attentiveness that doesn't leave room for doubt that he's listening to you when you talk, but all of it with a colder, more removed quality than you'd need if you wanted to attribute it to a bleeding heart and bottomless compassion. He wasn't that sort of angel.
Actually no one, where Xas is from, was that sort of angel. His kind are generally stubborn even after the scale is adjusted to account for their longevity, with a fluid calm born of instinct and certainty, the same way there's something serene about a hawk even while it's diving after prey. Praise and appreciation come naturally to them; lying is possible, but it leaves them feeling lightheaded and wounded. They devour human knowledge, but they rarely come into any new ideas on their own. They have free will in spades, enough of it for Lucifer to have started a war and taken half of Heaven with him, yet they can sense God and His will the same way some people can always find North and instinctively bask in his attention like dogs. They don't take a personal interest in individual humans or interfere on Earth unless told to.
Xas isn't exactly like his brothers, obviously, but what drove him out of Heaven and into his own book series wasn't an excess of affection for humans. It was curiosity. When Lucifer brought his great heresy to Heaven, the ensuing war (which is a very civilized name for what was essentially a protracted riot) kept him from being able to finish explaining himself, and Xas—never formally exiled along with the others—followed him to Hell to hear what he had to say. He was interested in people on a grand, theoretical level for a thousand years before he was ever interested in a person, and after that one died it was nearly another thousand years before he accidentally made friends with a second. And his friendships with people, more common after he was grounded and now obviously more common in Zion, usually have more to do with how interesting he thinks they are than how admirable. His first boyfriend charmed him by failing to have any sort of religious awakening at the sight of an angel and instead asking Xas for advice about a girl; his second was an outright terrible person, but he was a genius who cared almost as much about flying as Xas did.
For his part, Xas can be incredibly kind in the day to day. He likes people—including the assholes, see above—and likes to be busy and useful, and those two likes combine into a tendency to adopt people and tend to their needs in exchange for their company. He isn't at all blind to people's faults, but his fundamental instinct is to focus on the good, even when he's trying to tell someone off. He can learn to be enthusiastic about nearly anything. Xas is a voracious reader, loves jazz, appreciates wine and gardening, and will do almost anything for a chance to fly in whatever way available. (Piloting the clunky, windless hovercrafts doesn't really count, but he's talked a few people into letting him ride on the outsides while they were being moved.) From close up he looks wholly unambitious, and he'll tell anyone who asks that he doesn't make plans, but he's also a creature that spent two thousand years singlehandedly forcing a garden to grow in Hell. He values knowledge and honesty and has an anarchist streak. He doesn't care about formality or appearances, but he'll play along for other people's sakes, albeit maybe with a lift to his eyebrows to indicate how ridiculous he finds it. His sense of humor is arch and cheerful and allows for the occasional stupid pun.
His temper usually runs cold rather than hot, and when he deigns to argue with people he's imperious about it, like he's putting them back into their places. More often he doesn't argue at all, as opposed to asking questions to try to understand or providing information to try to gently bring them around. But learned behavior that might have look like charity—such as his ability to humor jerks for ages with no comeuppance to make it worth it, or to take a hit without lifting a hand in response—were in his Matrix more often pity or aloofness, the knowledge that he could outlast anyone and anything. Among his own kind, he wasn't so forgiving or so unafraid. Compare and contrast the human who tried to murder Xas, whom he forgave and even resumed fucking within two years, with the angel who saved his life but cut off his wings, whom he avoided in a terrified, furious sulk for sixty years and counting. He also bit him, once. The difference was even footing and matched lifespans, and the fact that Lucifer could permanently hurt Xas the way a human never could. In Zion, Xas knows that everyone can hurt him, but it hasn't fully altered his instinct to just let them. Typically he'll placidly endure offenses for a lot longer than most people would, then belatedly remember to be irritated.
Being unplugged involved a lot of intellectual upheaval, generally, but it's yet to permeate his personality. He's slow to change, the way he was made to be. So he understands on one level that he doesn't have all the time in the universe, but he doesn't really feel that way, and he'll still find himself listening to someone talk about nothing important for hours without any tickles of boredom and be taken off guard by his eventual need to stop them do he can go eat or sleep or use the bathroom. Time is hard. Bodies are weird. The first time he hurt himself in the Real—only a scraped knee, a casualty of weighing twice what he was used to—he was disproportionately shaken, and he still seems a bit surprised every time he bruises or bleeds.
Matrix:
The Matrix Xas was taken from is one where—with allowance for some misinterpretations and mysteries—Christianity is factually correct. There's a literal Heaven and literal Hell, both physically accessible from Earth if you know where to look and can survive the trip. The souls of the righteous go to Heaven and the souls of sinners to Hell, and in either case they're guarded by angels but otherwise left to their own devices. Jesus definitely happened.
The party line is that God created everything, knows everything, rules over everything, and so on and so forth. Angels came first, then humans. Angels don't usually interfere with humans unless they're told to. They have their own lives, social structure, politics, etc. They're stubborn, slow to change, and far from all-knowing—they didn't realize that the Earth revolved around the Sun until humans figured it out, for example, because their perfect eyesight meant they never developed optics.
Lucifer's theory is that God didn't create the world at all, only found it, the same way Lucifer found Hell and its resident demons while out running God's errands. (Maybe Hell was a patched-in pressure valve to misdirect Lucifer’s nascent rejection of the Matrix, who knows.) It's indisputable that God created and commands angels, but Lucifer believes they were his poor attempt at replicating humanity, and when that failed he began collecting human souls instead.
Xas spent a lot of time thinking about and getting into trouble over the difference between those two theories before it turned out neither of them mattered.
Xas' Matrix is an experiment in balancing free will and awareness in a way that might make people content to stay plugged in even if they’re told outright that the world around them is fabricated and controlled by something more powerful than they are. As a first step, the machines cribbed from a belief system they knew the human mind had a history of accepting. The population is taken from genetic stock with a history of anomalies and "waking up," and the entire group—only a few thousand of them in total—are angels. Their ageless immortality is an illusion accomplished through a combination of memory alteration and the artificial world around them moving at an accelerated pace. What they consider humans/souls are mostly simplistic AIs, meant to give them something to feel superior to so they won’t take too much offense at having a Divine Overlord. The few AIs that they interact with in life are more complex, but the souls that they see on a daily basis are shadows and caricatures.
So as far as Xas' personal history goes, he has what feels like at least 6,000 years of it. I won’t rewrite the books here, but since no one anywhere has ever read them and I want you to know I’m not pulling things out of my ass, here's a timeline:
The party line is that God created everything, knows everything, rules over everything, and so on and so forth. Angels came first, then humans. Angels don't usually interfere with humans unless they're told to. They have their own lives, social structure, politics, etc. They're stubborn, slow to change, and far from all-knowing—they didn't realize that the Earth revolved around the Sun until humans figured it out, for example, because their perfect eyesight meant they never developed optics.
Lucifer's theory is that God didn't create the world at all, only found it, the same way Lucifer found Hell and its resident demons while out running God's errands. (Maybe Hell was a patched-in pressure valve to misdirect Lucifer’s nascent rejection of the Matrix, who knows.) It's indisputable that God created and commands angels, but Lucifer believes they were his poor attempt at replicating humanity, and when that failed he began collecting human souls instead.
Xas spent a lot of time thinking about and getting into trouble over the difference between those two theories before it turned out neither of them mattered.
Xas' Matrix is an experiment in balancing free will and awareness in a way that might make people content to stay plugged in even if they’re told outright that the world around them is fabricated and controlled by something more powerful than they are. As a first step, the machines cribbed from a belief system they knew the human mind had a history of accepting. The population is taken from genetic stock with a history of anomalies and "waking up," and the entire group—only a few thousand of them in total—are angels. Their ageless immortality is an illusion accomplished through a combination of memory alteration and the artificial world around them moving at an accelerated pace. What they consider humans/souls are mostly simplistic AIs, meant to give them something to feel superior to so they won’t take too much offense at having a Divine Overlord. The few AIs that they interact with in life are more complex, but the souls that they see on a daily basis are shadows and caricatures.
So as far as Xas' personal history goes, he has what feels like at least 6,000 years of it. I won’t rewrite the books here, but since no one anywhere has ever read them and I want you to know I’m not pulling things out of my ass, here's a timeline:
- Spent ages in Heaven with nothing important happening.
- Moved to Hell after Lucifer’s war a few hundred years B.C.
- Began splitting his time between Heaven, Hell, and Earth sometime before the death of Christ.
- Befriended an Irish monk named Niall in the early Middle Ages.
- Befriended a wealthy widow named Apharah in Damascus in the late 1700s.
- Befriended a Burgundian peasant named Sobran in 1808.
- All the while kept flying back to Turkey (where the entrance to Hell was hidden) on the regular.
- Had his wings cut off and was left stranded in France in 1835.
- Wandered Europe in a sulk for nearly a decade.
- Stayed put in Burgundy a whole four years, from 1845 to 1849.
- Resumed wandering but kept returning to France every year or so until Sobran died in 1863.
- Bargained his way onto a plane for five minutes in 1909.
- Joined the German Air Force in 1914 as a navigator, deserted in 1917.
- Performed in air shows and flew for war films in France until the mid 1920s.
- Bought an airplane of his own in Peru and transported mail and supplies in the Andes for a while.
- Crashed plane while school-spotting off the coast of Los Angeles in 1929; stayed to hover around Hollywood stunt pilots.
- Went back to Germany in a tiff in early 1930 because his quasi-boyfriend Conrad tried to kill him.
- Returned to Los Angeles on a forged German passport in late 1931.
- Stayed with his friend Flora until her death in 1939.
- Was still there raising her child, Alison, when he was extracted in 1941.
Real World:
Xas was unplugged three years ago. He spent the time he needed to get his sea legs working as a farmhand, because it made sense to him, and he continues to share his tiny apartment with a dozen potted shade plants he rescued from thinning. He still works there during big harvests (and has befriended Zaka, distantly), teaches languages at one of the high schools, and has done a few stints as an operative on the Shangrila. He's also learned what it's like to shave, eat, get drunk, gain weight, etc. It was a lot to deal with.
Along with his tenacity, ingrained honesty, and drive to understand how people (and AIs) work rather than to judge them, Xas has carried a little bit of his purpose out of his Matrix with him. In his world he's a physical copy of Christ (it's so blasphemous I'm so sorry) and a living treaty between God and Lucifer, the same way Christ was a copy between God and Man. It's all very complicated. The relevant part is that his friend Flora recognized, more than Xas himself was willing to, that eventually he would have to make a choice, and she left him her child to make sure he had a solid stake in humanity's wellbeing when he did. He promised to protect her in a way only angels were capable of—the very binding kind, enough to make him bleed. It turns out that Flora and the baby and everyone else Xas cared for were AIs. His response to that hasn't been to love them any less or feel particularly betrayed. Instead he's as hardcore a machine sympathizer as one can be without outright sabotaging (yet) anyone's defensive efforts in Reality. It doesn't mean he won't kill AIs—he helped kill them when he thought they were humans, too—but as a whole, as a species, he thinks they're worth protecting.
Along with his tenacity, ingrained honesty, and drive to understand how people (and AIs) work rather than to judge them, Xas has carried a little bit of his purpose out of his Matrix with him. In his world he's a physical copy of Christ (it's so blasphemous I'm so sorry) and a living treaty between God and Lucifer, the same way Christ was a copy between God and Man. It's all very complicated. The relevant part is that his friend Flora recognized, more than Xas himself was willing to, that eventually he would have to make a choice, and she left him her child to make sure he had a solid stake in humanity's wellbeing when he did. He promised to protect her in a way only angels were capable of—the very binding kind, enough to make him bleed. It turns out that Flora and the baby and everyone else Xas cared for were AIs. His response to that hasn't been to love them any less or feel particularly betrayed. Instead he's as hardcore a machine sympathizer as one can be without outright sabotaging (yet) anyone's defensive efforts in Reality. It doesn't mean he won't kill AIs—he helped kill them when he thought they were humans, too—but as a whole, as a species, he thinks they're worth protecting.
ABILITIES AND SKILLS
Anomalies:
Ageless Immortality: Nah.
Invincibility: In Xas' Matrix, he doesn't need to eat or sleep or do much of anything to stay alive except to not piss off any of his fellow angels, which are the only things capable of harming him. If carried into other Matrices, this could maybe translate into invulnerability to everything except anomalies. So being pushed off a cliff won’t kill him, but being Hulk-punched or hit with Dragon Age’s spirit magic or whatever bizarro thing the local Agents cook up might.
Not Dying: If he’s seriously wounded, Xas can cling to life for a very long time. Downside: he does it by stealing energy from external sources. The one time he was mortally wounded, everything in the surrounding area weakened and died at his expense until someone with the ability to heal him showed up.
Miracles: He has the ability to boss nature around, but he isn't very good at it. In his Matrix, coaxing a plant or a weak child into health over a long period time was within his abilities, but ordering a hail storm to stop only worked for a few seconds. He can push himself pretty far in short bursts, but it isn’t sustainable and causes him to begin bleeding from the mouth and so on until he stops.
Flight, Formerly: He no longer has wings, but in Matrices that permit preserved nonhuman forms, he'll have a weird musculoskeletal system, two J-shaped scars where his wings were attached, and hollow bones/missing organs/other physical abnormalities that altogether put him around 80 pounds, but with the strength of someone heavier, so he can e.g. leap up to a second-story balcony without much effort.
Shut Up Dad: He’s the only angel who can tune out God at will instead of either being forced to listen when He speaks or never being able to hear Him at all, for whatever good that might be.
Miscellaneous: Xas has very sharp senses, including good night vision and a few extra degrees of peripheral vision. In exchange for his easy time spotting other people, he himself has a hard time passing unnoticed—he doesn't do anything so cliche as outright glow, but he does seem a little brighter in a way that is more akin to moonlight than sunlight but really not light at all, and an observer once describes him as appearing as if he were about to spill over the edges of his own body.
He has an assortment of other quirks that are only alluded to and never explained that I'm going to just ignore, if that's all right. I’m fully aware that he is a ridiculous snowflake and I’m more than happy to nerf anything/everything I haven’t already nerfed, either up front or on a Matrix-by-Matrix basis.
Invincibility: In Xas' Matrix, he doesn't need to eat or sleep or do much of anything to stay alive except to not piss off any of his fellow angels, which are the only things capable of harming him. If carried into other Matrices, this could maybe translate into invulnerability to everything except anomalies. So being pushed off a cliff won’t kill him, but being Hulk-punched or hit with Dragon Age’s spirit magic or whatever bizarro thing the local Agents cook up might.
Not Dying: If he’s seriously wounded, Xas can cling to life for a very long time. Downside: he does it by stealing energy from external sources. The one time he was mortally wounded, everything in the surrounding area weakened and died at his expense until someone with the ability to heal him showed up.
Miracles: He has the ability to boss nature around, but he isn't very good at it. In his Matrix, coaxing a plant or a weak child into health over a long period time was within his abilities, but ordering a hail storm to stop only worked for a few seconds. He can push himself pretty far in short bursts, but it isn’t sustainable and causes him to begin bleeding from the mouth and so on until he stops.
Flight, Formerly: He no longer has wings, but in Matrices that permit preserved nonhuman forms, he'll have a weird musculoskeletal system, two J-shaped scars where his wings were attached, and hollow bones/missing organs/other physical abnormalities that altogether put him around 80 pounds, but with the strength of someone heavier, so he can e.g. leap up to a second-story balcony without much effort.
Shut Up Dad: He’s the only angel who can tune out God at will instead of either being forced to listen when He speaks or never being able to hear Him at all, for whatever good that might be.
Miscellaneous: Xas has very sharp senses, including good night vision and a few extra degrees of peripheral vision. In exchange for his easy time spotting other people, he himself has a hard time passing unnoticed—he doesn't do anything so cliche as outright glow, but he does seem a little brighter in a way that is more akin to moonlight than sunlight but really not light at all, and an observer once describes him as appearing as if he were about to spill over the edges of his own body.
He has an assortment of other quirks that are only alluded to and never explained that I'm going to just ignore, if that's all right. I’m fully aware that he is a ridiculous snowflake and I’m more than happy to nerf anything/everything I haven’t already nerfed, either up front or on a Matrix-by-Matrix basis.
Skillset:
Xas is a quick learner with a good memory and a knack for being good at this that and whatever. The main thing keeping him a few pegs below the Tony Starks of the world is that he isn't very creative. He recognizes a good idea when he sees one and is adept at finding flaws or potential improvements in other people’s creations, but brilliant original ideas aren't his kind's forte. We can probably blame that on the Machines somehow if we try.
His native language is an unnamed sibilant tongue with a lot of untranslatable words pertaining to flight/the atmosphere/etc. In theory he should speak a bajillion human languages as well, but let’s use the Matrix to cheat somehow and say he only (“only”) retains the ones he used: Arabic, French, Sinte Romani, Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Turkish, and English. He knows a lot about beekeeping and convincing plants to grow in places they aren't meant to survive.
He has no particular aptitude for violence, but angelic culture is martial by nature—swords, armor as casual daywear, occasionally tearing one another apart with their bare hands, etc.—and Xas spent three years in the German Air Force, so he knows his way around combat on a theoretical level, but he's only held a gun once and never shot one at all. He can build, fix, and fly a variety of early aircraft. His instinctive understanding of aerodynamics makes him really good at falling with style.
His native language is an unnamed sibilant tongue with a lot of untranslatable words pertaining to flight/the atmosphere/etc. In theory he should speak a bajillion human languages as well, but let’s use the Matrix to cheat somehow and say he only (“only”) retains the ones he used: Arabic, French, Sinte Romani, Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Turkish, and English. He knows a lot about beekeeping and convincing plants to grow in places they aren't meant to survive.
He has no particular aptitude for violence, but angelic culture is martial by nature—swords, armor as casual daywear, occasionally tearing one another apart with their bare hands, etc.—and Xas spent three years in the German Air Force, so he knows his way around combat on a theoretical level, but he's only held a gun once and never shot one at all. He can build, fix, and fly a variety of early aircraft. His instinctive understanding of aerodynamics makes him really good at falling with style.
Upload Capabilities:
Anomalous Skills: 3
Martial Arts: 1
Projectile Weaponry: 0
Technical Skills: 3
Wild Card: 3
Martial Arts: 1
Projectile Weaponry: 0
Technical Skills: 3
Wild Card: 3
